Literature

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listen (please, please);

open yourself, wide;
join (you, me),
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- Sharon Hopkins
My sweet, here at the foot o fyour last bed
In which you're resting now from your long life,
I've ...
- Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
12. Thursday. Friday. I know not what became of these days.

14. Saturday. I seem to have lost sig...
- John Adams
What means for you my simple name?
It soon will die as voice of grief --
A wave splash at a distan...
- Alexander Pushkin
Strange father!
Your children will not let you down,
they are coming across the earth with the foo...
- Edith Sodergran
You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief fr...
- Hermann Hesse
A box with paints from childhood's time:
The colors of town are earth and grime.
An old worker a...
- Julian Tuwim
Against the sounding board of the night
your words still move.
Everything that you have said
rema...
- Gerrit Achterberg
We pledged our hearts, my love and I,
I in my arms the maiden clasping;
I could not tell the reaso...
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I want to let go -
so I don't give a damn about fine writing,
I'm rolling my sleeves up.
The doug...
- Edith Sodergran
A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside, thinking that his happiness lies ...
- Soren Kierkegaard
On foot
I had to cross the solar system
before I found the first thread of my red dress.
I sense ...
- Edith Sodergran
One day Mamma said "Conrad dear,
I must go out and leave you here.
But mind now, Conrad, what...
- Heinrich Hoffmann
But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverished
the existence of the individual; the relati...
- Rainer Maria Rilke
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly
And, here and there, a passer-by
Show...
- Oscar Wilde
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Federico García Lorca - A Great Poet's Artwork
Federico García Lorca - A Great Poet's Artwork
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December 31st 1969
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DijoSaochian
A piece of green pepper
fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?...
- Richard Brautigan
That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division f...
- William Butler Yeats